Dark Matter

it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
In what guise would we be found
That may deliver us, flesh and bone
At the crossroads, dust and stone
From that motion, slipping down
Peel off the skins of beasts and men
And even sinew and structure then
The weight of glory of what we are
Now pulls, in that sinking haze
Does the soul meet its own gaze --
a black hole, or a brilliant star?

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